I find myself late at night tossing green tea cups on a shiny floor. I say: "Those Tokyo days!! Come back to me, I got room for you." Now I laugh no more. I just drift till time will end, as it does for us all. "I miss you. I should of wed you. Put that ring on your beautiful hand. Come back to me!" But I know you can't. I feel so sad and empty, and foolish for not letting go.
The best I hope for is that someplace you too are tossing green tea cups on a shiny floor, and call my name. But I doubt this is so, and it saddens me even more.
Poetry Pantry #350
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